Pop Rocks + Coke = Death!!!

     There was a candy store down the road from my house, well, actually it was a dairy store but I only went there for the candy. When I was a kid, I thought the candy section was huge! I was so proud of myself when I was old enough that I could go there without my parents. My friends and I would go down there and buy as much as we could with every dime we had.

Here are my top 10 favorite from back in the day:
10. Pop bottles. You could drink the juice inside and then chew on the wax bottle. I am almost positive that would make me gag now!                                              

9. Candy Cigarettes. (I don’t know if I can call them part of my top 10 because I only tried them once, but there’s a funny memory behind them!) One day we were at the candy store and my brother, John, bought a pack of candy cigarettes. They looked just like real cigarettes to me since I never really saw cigarettes up close normally. The box even looked real to me. The cool thing was that you could blow on them and a puff of “smoke” would come out its little pink end. We thought we were so cool puffing on them. Until we got home. My parents were not very impressed.  In fact, they took them away from us and told us that we should never pretend to smoke. It would make it seem normal to us and then we would think it’s okay and then someday we would want to smoke. Okay, I look back and think that was fairly dramatic, but it did make a point with me and I never wanted them again since then.

                                             (No picture of these because they are bad!!!!)

8. Bazooka gum and Chiclets Tiny Size. I put these together because they are both gum. Bazooka gum was cool because there was a comic inside and they were almost always different.  Chiclets Tiny Size were fun because you would pour a bunch in your mouth and they would all make a piece of gum together. The flavor never lasted very long for either of these.

                        

7. Tart n Tinys. My little sister really loved them. She and I were at the park by our house one day and she showed me how much she really liked them--she had stuck one up her nose! I threw her in her seat on the back of Mom’s bike and pedaled home as fast as I could! I’m not sure how they got it out but I’m so glad they did. We still tease her about that even to this day.

6. Tootsie Pops. It was considered good luck if you found one that had an Indian with a star on the wrapper. I’m not sure why that made them special since it really wasn’t that uncommon. My favorite flavor was grape!

5. Candy Buttons. I look back now and wonder why because half the time the paper would stick to the candy and you would just have to eat it that way. Good stuff, though!

4. Large Jawbreakers. These were not the average jawbreaker, they were huge, like the size of a fist. There was no way to fit one in your mouth and still, we had to try it anyway. The best you could do is lick on it until you were sick of it. I don’t ever remember finishing one, mostly because they were very bumpy and you could get a sore tongue very quickly.

                                                    

3. Pop Rocks. Pop Rocks + Coke = Death! At least that’s what we all heard when we were kids and nobody dared to try it! I laugh at how young and naïve we were and innocent, too. Pop Rocks were so fun because they fizzled in your mouth for a long time, but they also made your tongue turn blue or red or green!

2. Lik-m-Aid. There was nothing better than that white candy stick! Easily my favorite candy from my childhood, but it can’t be number 1 because I wasn’t in love with the packets of powder that came with it. They were very sour to me. I always thought they should make a package with a few of the Lik-A-Stix and skip the rest. Most perfect candy ever made. Often, I would just pour the powdered stuff in my mouth to get rid of it and then just eat the stick plain. Good times! I guess they call it Fun Dip now but, it will always be Lik-m-Aid to me!

1. Candy Necklace. What’s better than an elastic string of candy around your neck, ready to eat at any moment? I always liked to eat them in twos and the colors had to be the same! Once those ran out, I could eat the rest. It never bothered me that the wet, spitty string would snap me in the neck or that it would get sticky from it. Do you remember when you finally outgrew it fitting around your neck and instead it felt like a noose? That’s when you had to wear it as a bracelet. Don’t be fooled by these new candy necklaces that they put out these days where the colors are sprayed on the candies! The real candy necklaces were different colors all the way through because they were actually different flavors! The best ones, in my humble opinion as an expert in candy necklace consumption, were the Smarties brand.

Honorable Mentions:
Pez – what’s more fun than a piece of candy coming out of a toy animal's neck?
Zotz – these were awesome because they were fizzy inside
Ice Cubes – they were actually cubes of chocolate (my Mom loved these)
Razzles – candy that turned to gum (talked about and eaten in the movie "13 Going on 30")
Luden’s Wild Cherry Cough Drops – these were not candy but I ate them like they were!

Sopa de Relva (Portuguese Sausage Kale and Potato Soup)

This is a soup my husband had in Portugal, back in the 80's, when he served a mission for our church. He teasingly called it Sopa de Relva, or Grass Soup, because of the kale in it! I made it for him a while ago and it was so delicious and simple! It's nice to bring back good memories!

Ingredients

1 Tbsp. olive oil, for sautéing

1 fully-cooked, Polska Kielbasa sausage - slice 3/4 of the sausage into thin rounds – dice the rest

1 cup finely chopped yellow onion (1 medium)

1 Tbsp. minced garlic

4 cups Swanson’s chicken broth, low salt

2 pounds russet potatoes, peeled, sliced and cut into 1-inch chunks

½ tsp kosher salt

1 small bunch of kale, washed, thick center ribs removed, and slivered

Instructions

Brown the sausage rounds for 1 minute or two in a heavy pot over medium heat. Transfer to a small plate and set aside. Add diced sausage to the pot and cook, stirring, for about 3 minutes, until they start to brown a bit. Transfer to small bowl and set aside.

Add 1 tablespoon olive oil to the pot, along with the chopped garlic and onions. Sauté over medium-low heat for 4-5 minutes until onions soften and start to get transparent. (Don't let them brown)

Add broth, potatoes and salt to the pot. Bring to a boil. Lower heat to a steady simmer and cook for 15 minutes, until the potatoes are tender. Using a potato masher, mash half the potatoes right in the pot, so you have a creamy broth with some chunks of potato remaining.

Add the cooked, chopped sausage and the kale. Cook for 3-4 minutes, until the kale wilts and the soup is heated through. Serves 6

Daredevil Activities

     Down the road from my Grandma's house was the coolest playground! There was a great big metal rocket ship that was three stories high and you could climb all the way up to the top on the inside. There were metal slides that came out of the sides of it and lots of poles to slide down on the outside too. My cousins and I would go there whenever we had the chance and we would play hide-and-seek in there. The metal would get very hot and it only took you once or twice to figure out that you had to be careful. I think every kid back then learned the hard way not to slide down the slide with your bare legs touching it. It didn't matter how hot it got because it was definitely the coolest playground ever! In my middle school years, I discovered another of these rocket ship playgrounds not too far from my church, so I guess it wasn't the only one around.

     In doing a little research, I found that these were 26 feet tall and were built in the 1960's. It was part of a bunch of Cold War playground equipment built to "foster children's curiosity and excitement about the space race". Eventually, these rocket ships were removed and replaced with plastic playground equipment because it was determined to have "very little play value" and had "hazardous conditions that present a great danger to young children". (I totally disagree!)

                                                                                        Wikipedia, Cold War Playground Equipment  

Coolest Rocket Ship Playground ever

     I also loved the teeter totter with it's rough wooden planks that made for some really great adventures. When we played pirate ship and someone had to "walk the plank" they would walk across one of these and fall into the "ocean"!

Memories of the teeter totter:

Getting my legs pinched up under it at the bottom

Hopping off at the bottom so the other rider fell down super fast

Trying to ride it when the other person was a lot heavier or lighter than you

Trying to walk from one end of it to the other by yourself

Slivers

     The metal slide was always a good time. These things were big and for a nice long ride down with a couple bumps along the way!
Memories of the Metal Slide:
It was HOT!
Several of us wanting to go down at the same time and being crowded and pushing each other on the ladder.
Trying to ride down two at a time or more
Trying to run up it.
Trying to run up it when kids were trying to ride down it at the same time
Covering the bottom with sand to go faster

Memories of the Merry Go Round:
Getting really, really dizzy
Several kids over the years throwing up because we kept it going so long
Running around with it a few times to get it started
Sitting on top of the bars, wrapping our legs around them and leaning all the way back while spinning
A kid running into it with his bike while it was moving and it got stuck under there

     

     Remember the playground equipment at McDonalds? I loved the Hamburglar! I guess it was all deemed unsafe at some point and replaced with plastic equipment.

     I got my first bike in 1st grade and I rode it everywhere, all the time. I don't remember ever having training wheels and I never had a helmet or pads of any kind. In elementary school, it was cool to ride your bike standing up or if you were to give a ride to a friend it was "giving them a buck". They would just sit on the back of your bike and hang on for dear life. My kids actually had pegs on their back tires for a buddy to stand on and hitch a ride. I have to say that it seems a little strange to see young kids on bikes with training wheels also wearing helmets these days. Safety is a huge issue now.

     In middle school, still with no helmets or pads, it was popular to ride our bikes with no hands. I'm not sure how anyone ever figured that out because I fell a few times before I actually picked that up, but once I did, there was no turning back. It was more comfortable than hunching over and it looked so much more cool! You get so good at it that you can actually go around curves and over bumpy surfaces. Kids these days are really missing out on the fun stuff.

     In high school, I eventually started driving and my bike became a thing of the past. I used to go to a dance club a couple nights a week and my friend Sue and I would do Chinese Fire Drills.  At the stop lights we would get out of the car and run around it then hop back in when the light turned green. Also, there was a road to her house in the country that had a big hill then a valley and back up again. At the bottom was a bridge with a creek (crick) on each side. It was very dark and I would turn off the car lights and race down it and back up. Probably one of the dumbest things I ever used to do as a teenager and the most risky, especially with a friend in the car. We both survived it and are still friends to this day so I guess it's all okay!

     I learned to swim by getting thrown into the lake at campouts. I never had swim lessons. Unless you count the time when I was a baby and I pooped my diaper in the pool and corn came floating out! My mom was so embarrassed that she got out and tried to run away but ended up falling on her butt on the deck. Anyway, I never had swim lessons, except for those times at the lake or at the beach.

     I tried to water ski once and they told me not to let go no matter what! So I got all ready and they pulled me up and then I fell forward and I hung on for dear life as they continued to drag me along the bottom of the lake because I was told to hang on NO MATTER WHAT! I think I drowned a little that day and I had two tons of sand that went down my bathing suit, and I decided that I would never try to water ski again! We kids would spend every minute of the day in the water if the parents would let us. They made us come out for lunch and dinner and then made us wait a half hour before returning to the water. It was so fun jumping off the dock and swimming out to the raft. I remember hours of fun out there with my cousins and never a life jacket was seen or used.

     I only wore a life jacket when I was on a boat in the middle of the lake. I never wore one just to swim. I find it funny to see kids at a local pool with a life jacket on. How do they learn to swim that way? The craziest thing I've seen in the last couple years was a kid wearing a life jacket at the Splash Pad near our house. What does his mother think it will do for him? I think safety precautions are getting a little crazy!

Children today

I was a Boy Crazy Middle Schooler

     Moving out of elementary school was a huge deal. I would be able to ride the bus to Junior High because it was farther away. Junior High consisted of 7th - 9th graders back then. I tried out for the cheerleading team and made it. There were only eight of us on the team so I felt pretty lucky. We were the Vikings and I loved my cheerleading uniform, it was purple and white and the pom poms snapped together to be able to hold them with one hand. I look back now and laugh because I didn't know one thing about football or basketball yet I cheered for both teams. We girls would just sit on the sidelines talking about boys or looking for boys or doing each others' hair until the coach told us it was time to cheer and what cheer to do. At halftime, we had an actual routine that we performed, I'm sure the only people paying attention were our parents! I really enjoyed cheerleading even though it seemed silly to be cheering on a bunch of guys when they didn't cheer us on when we performed. I would later have this attitude in High School and switch to doing dance team because of it.
     I was a great student, that came very easy for me. I was a part of the National Honor Society and was Student of the Month several times. There was a time when I was not so good. My friend Shannon and I got in a fight over something in the hallway by the lockers. She was really mad and started to pull my hair. We both fought (like girls, I'm sure) by slapping each other and knocking each other into the lockers. A male friend of mine pulled her away from me by her hair and told me to get out of there. I ran and Shannon ended up getting suspended. I'm such a goodie two shoes! I can't remember what the fight was about, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was over a boy. It was the first time, though, that I learned I could fight back when someone was being mean. I also learned that I had friends that would stick up for me and help me when I needed them. I always had more guy friends than I ever did girl friends.
     I rode my bike everywhere! I would be gone for hours at a time and never reported where I was going. I would ride with my friends or by myself anywhere I wanted to go and any time I wanted to also. I would go visit friends, boys and girls, and go to their houses and my parents had no clue where I was. They just trusted me and trusted that I was safe wherever I was. Times have truly changed in that regard. Parents really hover over their children and have to know where they are and who they are with every minute of the day. I blame cell phones for this, it makes everyone too accessible. Anyway, I bet there were very few streets in the three cities around me that I hadn't rode my bike on at some point in my middle school years. My friends and I would go boy hunting and see if we could find any to flirt with. Boys were a huge part of my life from here on out and I loved to flirt with all of them!
     Curfew? What is that? I never had one. My parents just expected me to head home when it started getting dark, but they weren't very strict about it and never made me feel bad for being a little late. Some of my friends had the post light at the end of their driveway and, when that was turned on, it meant that it was time to get home.
     Grounded? What is that? My parents never grounded me. I was a good kid and didn't do anything to get in trouble with them in the first place but, I also loved being at home and, especially down in my room listening to music. They didn't think that grounding was very effective because it being home is something I enjoyed anyway. In my adult parenting years I never grounded my children because I didn't want our home to be seen as a punishment either.
     Time out? I didn't have that either! I'm not exactly sure what my parents did to punish us if they needed to but, it wasn't time out. I did get mouth washing of soap once for saying a swear word. I will never forget that one! I don't believe I have ever said another swear word since then either. I had learned my lesson. When my children got older, I used regular vinegar instead. Vinegar is actually edible - it just tastes bad on its own and it was very effective in helping the kids use good language. No one likes a potty mouth!
     For my birthday, my Dad had bought me a jacket and a new purse. I had them in my locker during the school day and when I returned to my locker after school, they were both gone. I couldn't understand where they were and didn't realize that someone had broken into my locker and stole them. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. The school security eventually found my jacket and purse shredded and the empty wallet at the park across the street from the school. I just couldn't believe someone would do something like this, how could someone be so mean?
     We used to wrap the legs of our jeans tightly around our calves and pin them like that, then pull legwarmers over that and wear ballet shoes to school. Real dancing ballet shoes not ballet flats that are popular now. Also, mini skirts became very popular and wearing long johns instead of pants. I tried getting out of the house dressed like this once but I didn't make it past the front door!
     In 7th grade I met a friend in gym class named Margaret. Those first days at a new school can be pretty rough trying to make friends, but she and I just clicked. A few days later, she invited me to her house after school. She showed me a metal Band-Aid box full of cigarettes and asked me if I wanted to smoke with her. No way! That was gross! I never did like the smell of them and putting them to my mouth just seemed repulsive. It was the only time I was ever offered a cigarette in my whole life and I was never offered anything else either, like alcohol, drugs, or anything like that. There definitely were the groups of kids who did those things, but they kept it to themselves and didn't really offer it to anyone outside their group. Needless to say, she and I didn't stay friends, I became a cheerleader and she became a stoner.
     I loved boys! I loved having friends that were boys, I loved having boyfriends, I loved flirting with boys, and I thought about and daydreamed about boys all the time! It was always easier for me to be friends with boys because girls were just so emotional and moody. Boys were always cool! I have a journal from this time period that I kept and pretty much every single post is about boys in general or some boy in particular. I drew in some of the pages with my first and middle name and their last name just to see how it would sound! I know, I was a little crazy, but boys were fun!

The Art of Being Bored

     I had a babysitter (now they would call her a daycare lady) that I went to after school on the days my Mom worked. She had a son my age and a few other kids that she watched. We often played in the basement because my babysitter felt like the TV was a waste of time for kids. She had a linoleum floor downstairs and it was cold! We rolled up some tinfoil we found to make a puck and used two short boards for the sticks to play "hockey". Sometimes I'd make the son play dolls and dress up with me. Other times, when the weather was nice, the babysitter would make us go outside. We would play for a while but there were no bikes or scooters or electric cars to entertain us back then. We would sit under the shade of the lilac bushes, bored out of our minds and hot from the sun. We would look at the clouds and use our imagination to see animals or other shapes in them. We would find clover flowers and suck the nectar out of them and rub dandelions on our necks to see if we were in love!

     We would play yard games with each other, such as Red Rover, Freeze Tag, Duck, Duck Gray Duck and Statues. Statues was my favorite! Here's how we played it:

     The Curator (the person who is "it") spins each player around and around and when they let go, the player must stop in the position of a statue. The Curator then stands somewhere in the yard away from the other players, or Statues. When the Curator has his back turned, the statues run toward the Curator and attempt to touch him. But, when the Curator turns around to face the Statues, they must freeze in their statue position for as long as the curator is looking at them. Though the Curator can approach and investigate the Statues, he must be careful; when his back is turned to any Statues, they may move toward him. If a Statue is caught moving while the Curator faces it, the Statue must return to the starting line (or be eliminated).The goal is to touch the Curator while his back is turned, but don’t get caught mid-run. The first Statue to tag the Curator becomes the new Curator and the game starts again. It's somewhat similar to Red Light, Green Light.

     It used to drive me crazy when my own children would come to me and tell me they were bored. I'd tell them that they don't even know what bored means and that I would give them a chore to do around the house if they were so bored! They were surrounded by toys, games, televisions, Game Boys, bikes, scooters, wagons and swing sets, they couldn't possibly be bored! This poem came to mind when writing this post:

Today is Very Boring: By Jack Prelutsky 

Today is very boring,

It s a very boring day

There is nothing much to look at,

There is nothing much to say,

There is a peacock on my sneakers,

There is a penguin on my head,

There is a dormouse on my doorstep,

I am going back to bed. 

Today is very boring,

It is boring through and through,

There is absolutely nothing

That I think I want to do,

I see giants riding rhinos,

And an ogre with a sword,

There is a dragon blowing smoke rings,

I am positively bored. 

Today is very boring,

I can hardly help but yawn,

There is a flying saucer landing

In the middle of my lawn,

A volcano just erupted

Less than half a mile away,

And I think I felt an earthquake,

It's a very boring day. 

I'm as Big as your Boobs! - Childhood

     I'm told I was a precocious child and very inquisitive. Once I found my voice, I used it all the time. I was always busy and kept my Mom on her toes, lots of energy and a huge imagination. She thinks that I have always had a creative side and likes to remind me of the time that I made a full working garage, with a garage door and everything, out of paper to park my toy cars. She also saved a purse I made out of paper, along with a bunch of other creative projects. I do know that my friend Amy and I made ballet shoes complete with the "ribbons" that go up your legs, completely out of paper! I'm grateful that my talents have expanded over the years to things that are actually functional!
     My parents got a divorce when I was still quite young. One day, I asked my mom, "Why are you and Daddy apart?" She said, "Because we got a divorce. We got a divorce because we weren't happy living together." I then said, "I guess you gotta try it first, just like buying clothes. You try them on and if you don't like it, you have to return it."

     Me (age 5): "Mom, I think you are beautiful - I don't care if your hair is messy and you have a crooked tooth!" I'm sure I did a lot for my Mom's self esteem over the years.
     Me: "Sometimes ladies with big tummies don't have babies in there, they are just fat!" I guess I was observant as well.
     Me: "Mom, I'm as big as your boobs!" (Meaning as high up as) This is not that hard to do considering my mom is only 4' 10 1/2"!
     On meeting my new stepdad's mother, I said, "You won't be my Grandma because my good dad, I mean, my old dad, I mean, my mom's ex husband's mom, is my Grandma." I sure know how to get my point across, don't I?
     I know that my mom wrote down a lot of things that I said as a child, but these are the ones I can remember and I don't want to embarrass myself with writing down any more. I'm told that I was a very talkative kid and didn't have much of a filter. My mom says that I took pride in always telling her the truth, even when she didn't want to hear it all!
     When I was 7 I had to have a double hernia surgery. I don't know why because I don't recall being in any pain before it, but it must have been necessary. I do have quite a few memories of this but several are brought back by the pictures I have. I got to tour the hospital the day before to help me feel more comfortable. After my surgery, I had a teddy bear with a similar bandage on it given to me by the doctor. I couldn't go to school for awhile and all of the kids in my class made me "Get Well Soon" cards. My friend Jenny came over and we laid on the couch together playing games. The one I remember most was Wooly Willy:

     You would use the little red magnetic pencil to move the metal shavings around to make different faces. Times were simpler then.
     I also found out recently that I had measles as a child. I was really sick and slept a lot. I never knew this until I found it written in one of my old baby books.
     When my Mom married my stepdad, we moved in with him. I was there on the weekdays and on the weekends I went to my Dad's house. It was always a little disconcerting to wake up in the morning and not be sure which bed I was in. It was hard to make friends with the kids at my Dad's house because I was only there on the weekends and they were always together. I mostly never unpacked my clothes and things from my suitcase and so I basically lived out of it for the first 16+ years of my life. I find that when I go on vacation now, I always remove everything from my suitcase and place it in the dresser drawers. My kids sometimes laugh at me about it, but it's just a way to make the space I'm in feel more like home. My husband does it too!
     At my Mom's house there was an enormous willow tree in the backyard and a creek (we pronounced it - crick). Three of the willow branches grew out far enough to touch the water if we sat on them and jumped. Those branches, in our minds, became horses, dragons or unicorns in all of our adventures. There were tons of branches and leaves so it often made good hiding places and we could climb all the way to the top (so long as Mom didn't see us)!
     My house was being remodeled when we moved there. One whole wall had mirrors on it with a pattern running through them. Kind of like this:

     They took them off and it became a normal wall. On the other side, they put huge mirror panels floor to ceiling and they are there to this day, like this:

     The shag carpet was replaced by plush carpet and the stairs were turned around so that the old top of the stairs became a pantry for food in the kitchen. We even had the avocado (green) colored refrigerator and stove!

     It was a very typical rambler in a very typical neighborhood with very similar houses all around. I lived a block away from my school so I was a walker and, eventually, I became a bus patrol. So important! I always loved to go on field trips because it was my only chance to ride the busses and it was so fun. My Mom never did pack me a normal lunch in a normal brown bag, but gave me a brown grocery bag with a few sandwiches and full size bags of chips, lots of candy and several cans of pop wrapped in tin foil to keep it cold. She always wanted to make sure I had enough to share with my friends or anyone who forgot to bring their lunch. She was thoughtful that way and has never changed.

Gauchos and Mork & Mindy Suspenders

Elementary School Memories

     My first boyfriend was in Kindergarten. His name was Richie and we got in trouble for kissing behind the piano at school. He was pretty cool because he rode his big wheel to school each day.
 When it was time for recess, we would go outside to the back field and there where two forts. They were actually built similar to log cabins with logs overlapping in the corners and you were able to see through the slats. There was a roof and the three sides were full walls, but the fourth side only had a partial wall halfway up. One fort was for the girls and the other was for the boys and we would chase them and drag them back to our fort for a period of time. It was such a fun game. It was sure fun to capture the boys, but it was also fun to get caught and get to go hang out in the boy's fort with them! I think this is where my love of boys started.
     Lunchtime at school is always a kids favorite subject and I was no different in my day! I took a hot lunch and, back then, there was only one line and you had a tray with several divided spaces to hold all of your food. My favorites were spaghetti and chicken nuggets with mashed potatoes and gravy and my least favorites were long dog roll ups (a long hot dog with a breading wrapped around it) and soy burgers! Gross! I never liked the milk either and still don't now that I'm older. The best thing was that once a year our class got to choose the menu for one day.

     You were considered cool if you brought a packet of Kool-Aid to lunch. You would throw away the box and rip a corner off the packet big enough to stick your finger in and then lick the Kool-Aid. You were cool if your finger stayed red or green or purple all day. Hard to believe that we weren't totally wild in class with all of that sugar in us!
     Passing the time once we finished our lunches involved hand-clapping games and string games. There were no cell phones and other electronic devices to play with so we played with each other.
Hand Clapping involved singing songs while clapping your hands together to the beat.  Check out this website for examples of hand clapping. http://funclapping.com/about/
     Some of my favorites were:
     A sailor went to sea sea sea
     Bubblegum on a stick
     I met my boyfriend at the candy shop (go figure, I was boy crazy at a very young age!)
     Say, say oh playmate
     The other fun way to pass the time was string games, especially for the girls. We all wore a long, looped piece of string around our necks so we had them at all times!

          

Jacob's Ladder

Cat's cradle

Witch's Broom

     I was surprised one day to find out it was school picture day and I was not prepared. I was wearing a white turtle neck, gaucho jean pants and Mork and Mindy suspenders! I had also tried a new hairstyle where you slick all of your hair straight back. I was mortified! That was my worst school picture of all time. It seemed that I didn't have much luck looking good in a lot of my elementary school pictures, especially when we had them right after recess.

Yes, I actually wore these! A lot!

     My fourth-grade teacher had the longest toes I'd ever seen on a woman. She always wore these very high-heeled open toe shoes and her toes always came out the front and were actually touching the floor! I have the weirdest memories of my childhood.
     In fifth grade I had my first man teacher for reading class, Mr. M, and I thought he was cute! He had the biggest crush on Raquel Welsh and I had no idea who she was, except for the poster he had of her in our classroom. He also had a poster of Bo Derek from the movie "10", running on the beach in a bathing suit, behind the door.
     Book orders. We would get a thin booklet advertising the books they had for sale that month and, if we were lucky, our parents would let us order some. Sometimes I wasn't able to get any and other times I would get a couple of them at a time. I developed a strong love of books and reading at a very young age and this was one of the reasons why. I usually spend some time every day reading, usually before bed. Nothing like a great book to take you away to another world. I love the feel and smell of a brand new book to this day. My family thinks I'm crazy because I touch and smell every new book that I see!  Libraries are nice for free books but they don't smell as good as books from a bookstore. I was always careful not to break the spines too. Books were to be cherished.
     In sixth grade I had my first "real" boyfriend Pat, the one that asks with the note that says, "Will you be my girlfriend?" The one that has the yes and no boxes for you to check one! We both had Shih Tzu dogs so we would take them for walks a lot. One day he actually came over to my house and we were sitting on the couch talking and his hand accidentally touched mine! I thought I was going to faint and I told all my girlfriends that we touched! That was about the limit of that because I broke up with him, also in a note, about six weeks later! I still have all of the love notes he wrote me!

Do you Remember Banana Seats and Sissy Bars?

     I was born in the 70's and, honestly, can't remember much back then but I do know that I was a happy child. A lot of my memories from that age come from pictures in old photo albums. I was the first child, so I was lucky to have tons of pictures of me to reminisce over.   
     I grew up in a square house, the same style and type that everyone else had on the block, just in different colors. It wasn't too far from a park that I used to walk to with my babysitter from time to time. I had a metal swing set in the back yard that was rusty and fun! If you pumped your legs hard enough while swinging, you could make the legs of the swing set come off the ground! The double seated swing was used as our bus, our car or any other form of transportation we needed.

     This house had two bedroom doors and a bathroom door all at the end of the hallway. My babysitter let a boy come over one day so I took yarn and wrapped it back and forth among all the doorknobs and tied it tight so that he couldn't go into any of our rooms or use our bathroom! Also, when my door was closed for the night, I could see a blue flashing light coming from underneath it from the television in the living room. Oh the weird things I remember!

     I ended up in the hospital as a toddler 3 times with pneumonia. I don't remember much about that time period either but a few memories have stuck with me over the years. One was the crib I was in with the plastic sheeted walls to hold in the humidity and my parents reaching in the holes on the side to touch me and comfort me. Another was the plain Jell-o they gave me that I threw up all over myself. I have never liked plain Jell-o since then. (Interesting Fact: one of my favorite desserts of all time is Strawberry Pretzel Jello Salad). I also remember having to get several shots on my one leg and cringing when the nurses came in because I was worried I would need another one. I think this is where I began to develop a fear of hospitals and it's why I never like to go into them even to visit someone who is sick or just had a baby. The smell that hits me when I walk in reminds me of being there as a child. I have been better now that I'm older and have had to have some surgeries since then, but it's never very comfortable for me.

     I sucked my thumb until I was in sixth grade. I know my mom thought it was soooooo cute when I was a baby, but it ended up being a very traumatic thing for me in my childhood years. I mostly did it at night, but I also did it when I was tired or stressed. As I got older, my mom realized that it had become an unbreakable habit and tried her best to help me break it. She would apply the nasty pepper liquid that was supposed to repulse me, but I learned to just tolerate it long enough to lick it off. One time she made me put my thumb on the bread board and threatened to cut it off. She is a wonderful mom and only had the best intentions and really thought she was helping me quit, but it was a very scary experience for me. In third grade, my teacher used to make me wash my hands whenever she would catch me sucking my thumb and when that went on long enough, she would make me stand in the corner. I remember going to bed at night wishing myself to sleep without sucking my thumb. I would hold on to the railings above my head until I did only to wake up in the morning with my thumb in my mouth again. I honestly don't know how I ever stopped, but I do remember thinking that I never would.
Other childhood memories:
     My Mom told me that I hid on the stairs to the basement and cut my dog, Kelly's hair. She opened the door to the basement and a bunch of hair came flying out everywhere. I don't think she was very happy with me. I can barely remember it myself though.

Bike with a banana seat

     My first bike was pretty cool. It had a banana seat and a basket. You were considered cool if you could ride your bike without sitting on the seat and you were even cooler if you had a sissy bar!

Bike with a really large sissy bar

At a family campout one year, I brought along my lemon twist toy. You played by putting your foot in the circle and start to swing it around and then jump over it with your other foot. The goal was to see how many times you could do it without messing up. It was quite the popular toy at the campout and I was not really good at sharing. My parents captured a picture of me crying because I had to share it with my brother.

          I have pictures of myself from a bunch of birthday parties celebrated, but don't have much memory of any of them. I do know that one kid got a bloody nose and had to put his head between his legs and pinch it until it stopped. I remember thinking how gross that was and that I didn't want to invite him to my parties ever again! Every picture I have from my birthday parties has me in a dress. My favorite dress from when I was young was blue floral with a ruffle bottom and a white pinafore on top that was embroidered with a big Tweety Bird!

     In third grade I didn't pass the eye exam at school and so I had to go to the eye doctor for glasses. My Mom was feeling pretty bad when we were driving home and I was putting them on and taking them off comparing what I could see with them versus what I couldn't see without them. "I didn't know there were so many leaves on the trees", "Look, those billboards have words and pictures on them!", "I can see my fingernails!". I guess I had pretty bad vision - 20/800. Back then glasses were not cool and neither were braces. The glasses I had to have in order to see, but the braces I avoided because I didn't want to be a "brace face" or "metal mouth" too. What was I thinking?

     I remember thinking that life would be easier when I grew up because no one could tell me what to do and I could do whatever I wanted! Boy, was I wrong!

Little House on the Prairie and Me

     Shortly after I got married, we went to an Ingalls family reunion. That was quite the event and that is when I realized I had married into a family with a huge legacy. I read the books as a child and fell in love with them like most girls my age. I never in a million years thought that I would marry a real life descendant of the Ingalls clan! People ask me all the time if we are related and I always take pride in being able to say, "yes"! I do have to say that the actors who played the Ingalls characters in the TV show don't look anything like the real life Ingalls!

Left to Right: Ma, Grace, Laura, Pa, Carrie, Mary

     After we were married for several years my husband decided that he wanted to visit the places where the family grew up. We first went to Pepin, Wisconsin, the birthplace of Laura Ingalls Wilder, where we saw a replica of the log house she lived in. It was a very small house and we were all shocked at the simplicity of the home. The beautiful Mississippi river runs along the road to get there too.

Log home similar to the one in the Little House books

     Next, we visited the famous Walnut Grove in Minnesota, where the Ingalls family lived for two years and was the basis for the television show. We got to check out a dugout home similar to the one they lived in On the Banks of Plum Creek, a schoolhouse similar to the one she went to and a covered wagon.

A dugout home similar to the one described in the book On the Banks of Plum Creek

     Finally, we traveled to De Smet, South Dakota to see the place where the family traveled to in order to claim land under the Homestead Act of 1862.

De Smet home

     A few years later, I got the idea to write a book based on the Little House on the Prairie series written by Laura Ingalls Wilder, but it would be set in my time and be about my childhood and I would call it Little House in the Suburbs. It never really got any further than that until a year ago when I decided to make it into a blog instead. I have no background or training in writing so this may be uninteresting to some, but I have been an avid writer in a journal since sixth grade so at least I know my family will be interested to read this since some of them read my journals already.
     I'm really excited to see where this takes me. I am probably going to be all over the place writing about things from the past and also, because I want to write about things in the present as well. Hopefully, I can figure out a way to make sense of it all!

Photographs

     Anyone that knows me, knows that I love pictures. I love to take pictures, I love to look at pictures, I love the memories behind pictures and I especially love wedding pictures. I have 1,500+ pictures on my phone that I look at all the time and I have probably 20x more than that on my laptop and in storage. I know, it's crazy, but I totally love pictures!
     Here are a few reasons why they mean so much to me:
1. My Grandma had Alzheimer's Disease for over 9 years and it was so heartbreaking to watch. I remember my Mom telling me that she was going to do everything she can to avoid getting this disease and forgetting the things that matter most to her. She is extremely active and keeps herself on the go hoping to beat it. My thought was that, if I had tons of pictures of memories and drill them in my head, I would never be able to forget the ones I love no matter what.
2. When I am missing my kids, friends and family, I can look through my pictures and remember the better times when we were all together. Also, a lot of my memories of childhood are sparked by the pictures in my childhood photo albums.
3. I love LOVE!!!! I should have been a wedding planner! I have put on and helped with many weddings over the years. I have decorated, made food, made the cake, made the guest book, etc. but never taken pictures of a wedding. The reason is that it means so much and I would not want to be responsible if the pictures didn't turn out. I truly love to look at wedding pictures and often ask people to see their pictures. If they are posted on FB, chances are I've seen them!
     I know I drive my family crazy sometimes because I do go a little overboard about taking pictures of them, getting family pictures often (I am going to talk about this more in a minute) and having them send me pictures of themselves and the things they are doing when they are away. I really want to stay connected to the people I care about the most! I really love Snapchat, but I like to screenshot because I tend to want to keep the pictures I get! P.S. My mom does it too!
     Family pictures. They are so wonderful to have and to look back at, but why are they so incredibly difficult to get? I have tons of pictures of the family where someone isn't looking, someone is mad and won't smile, or they are getting wild and won't focus! Here are a few examples from our latest family photo session with a professional photographer and they couldn't even be serious for that! I love how they turned out, but the photographer had to work very hard! I sure love my family!

“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”   ―Karl Lagerfeld

Counsel from a Wise Man

     Richard and I were talking the other day and I was telling him how bad I felt about something that was going on in my life. He said that he wanted to tell me a story that he heard from Elder Rulon Stacey:
     Heavenly Father asked a group of men to complete 10 very important tasks in their lifetimes. The men reported back at the end of their lives that they had done 1 of the tasks really well. They felt really happy and good about it and were sure they were going to Heaven!
     He also asked a group of women to complete 10 very important tasks in their lifetimes. The women reported back at the end of their lives that they had done just 8 of the tasks. "They were sure that they were all going to go to hell" for not completing all that was asked of them.
     That's the difference between most men and women. Why are we so hard on ourselves and only think of the things we didn't do, say or accomplish? I am guilty of that. I am going to take this counsel to heart!